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Suddenly
she
thought
of
Ashley
,
saw
him
as
vividly
as
though
he
stood
beside
her
,
sunny
haired
,
drowsy
eyed
,
full
of
dignity
,
so
utterly
different
from
Rhett
.
He
was
the
real
reason
she
did
not
want
to
marry
again
,
although
she
had
no
objections
to
Rhett
and
at
times
was
genuinely
fond
of
him
.
She
belonged
to
Ashley
,
forever
and
ever
.
She
had
never
belonged
to
Charles
or
Frank
,
could
never
really
belong
to
Rhett
.
Every
part
of
her
,
almost
everything
she
had
ever
done
,
striven
after
,
attained
,
belonged
to
Ashley
,
were
done
because
she
loved
him
.
Ashley
and
Tara
,
she
belonged
to
them
.
The
smiles
,
the
laughter
,
the
kisses
she
had
given
Charles
and
Frank
were
Ashley
's
,
even
though
he
had
never
claimed
them
,
would
never
claim
them
.
Somewhere
deep
in
her
was
the
desire
to
keep
herself
for
him
,
although
she
knew
he
would
never
take
her
.
She
did
not
know
that
her
face
had
changed
,
that
reverie
had
brought
a
softness
to
her
face
which
Rhett
had
never
seen
before
.
He
looked
at
the
slanting
green
eyes
,
wide
and
misty
,
and
the
tender
curve
of
her
lips
and
for
a
moment
his
breath
stopped
.
Then
his
mouth
went
down
violently
at
one
corner
and
he
swore
with
passionate
impatience
.
"
Scarlett
O'Hara
,
you
're
a
fool
!
"
Before
she
could
withdraw
her
mind
from
its
far
places
,
his
arms
were
around
her
,
as
sure
and
hard
as
on
the
dark
road
to
Tara
,
so
long
ago
.
She
felt
again
the
rush
of
helplessness
,
the
sinking
yielding
,
the
surging
tide
of
warmth
that
left
her
limp
.
And
the
quiet
face
of
Ashley
Wilkes
was
blurred
and
drowned
to
nothingness
.
He
bent
back
her
head
across
his
arm
and
kissed
her
,
softly
at
first
,
and
then
with
a
swift
gradation
of
intensity
that
made
her
cling
to
him
as
the
only
solid
thing
in
a
dizzy
swaying
world
.
His
insistent
mouth
was
parting
her
shaking
lips
,
sending
wild
tremors
along
her
nerves
,
evoking
from
her
sensations
she
had
never
known
she
was
capable
of
feeling
.
And
before
a
swimming
giddiness
spun
her
round
and
round
,
she
knew
that
she
was
kissing
him
back
.
"
Stop
--
please
,
I
'm
faint
!
"
she
whispered
,
trying
to
turn
her
head
weakly
from
him
.
He
pressed
her
head
back
hard
against
his
shoulder
and
she
had
a
dizzy
glimpse
of
his
face
.
His
eyes
were
wide
and
blazing
queerly
and
the
tremor
in
his
arms
frightened
her
.
"
I
want
to
make
you
faint
.
I
will
make
you
faint
.
You
've
had
this
coming
to
you
for
years
.
None
of
the
fools
you
've
known
have
kissed
you
like
this
--
have
they
?
Your
precious
Charles
or
Frank
or
your
stupid
Ashley
--
"
"
Please
--
"
"
I
said
your
stupid
Ashley
.
Gentlemen
all
--
what
do
they
know
about
women
?
What
did
they
know
about
you
?
I
know
you
.
"
